The Rev. Kathi Johnson
20 August 2017
Text: Matthew 15:21-28
Our Redeemer Lutheran Church, Grand Prairie, Texas
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This story is not my favorite
portrayal of Jesus. I struggle with it because of Jesus’ attitude toward this
Canaanite woman, at least initially. She is shouting at Jesus and his
disciples, the text says. She is shouting – not being a quiet, submissive
woman, as women were expected to be. Her yelling shows her desperation on
behalf of her daughter, and her determination in getting Jesus to help. She’s
shouting the ancient shout of God’s people: “Have mercy on me, Lord!”
The disciples and Jesus aren’t
having it, and that’s what makes me uneasy in this story. Can they not see the
woman’s worry? Can they not hear her shouts as desperate cries for help? Why do
they have to be so…mean? Jesus doesn’t even answer her right away, and then the
disciples want her sent away. Where’s the love? Where’s the mercy?
The woman keeps at it. “Lord, help
me,” she says, now at the feet of Jesus. It’s another ancient plea – whispered on
sickbeds and battlefields and in classrooms: “Lord, help me.”
So this is Jesus’ opportunity to
help, but instead he answers her plea with a rebuttal: “It’s not fair,” he
says, “to take the children’s food and give it to the dogs.” Here, at least,
there is no love, there is no mercy.
Nevertheless, she persists. She
persists out of her desperation and we begin to see her great faith emerge. She
knows Jesus can help her, so she presses on: “Lord, even the dogs eat the
crumbs that fall from the table.”
She is an incarnational (in-the-flesh)
reminder to Jesus that God has enough mercy to go around.
And as so often happens in
Scripture, there’s a sudden shift. Jesus sees the woman’s humanity and her faith,
and her daughter is healed. Finally – there is love, and there is mercy.
For reasons that still escape me,
when I began middle school in sixth grade, I was placed into advanced
everything for my classes – including math. Now, I’m a pretty smart person, but
there’s no way I needed to be in advanced math class, even in sixth grade.
I began struggling pretty early in
the year. Our teacher – I’ll call her Mrs. L – was short and stout and loud.
She was not a nurturer. She was more like some sort of middle school
mathematics drill sergeant. She would give us these packets of worksheets – one
each week – and it was up to us to keep up with the work, on our own. She’d
check our packets from time to time, but if you fell behind, you really fell
behind.
So – I fell really behind. And when
progress reports came out – this was in the age when paper progress reports
were given to students to take home to parents – I was failing math. Big time
failing. It was a terrible feeling – so terrible that I made myself sick with
worry about what my mom would say and do.
One evening, I realized I couldn’t
take it anymore. I took my progress report into my mom, crying. She wasn’t mad;
she was disappointed. She was also determined that we would meet with Mrs. L and
figure out a way forward. I was mortified. There was no way Mrs. L would do
anything to help me, I figured. She was a short, stout, mathematics drill
sergeant, remember?
So, in we went, to meet with Mrs.
L. I don’t remember the conversation much. I do remember that Mrs. L gave me
time to catch up on my work, even letting me come in to her classroom so I
could ask questions if I needed to outside of class. She had mercy on me.
To ask for mercy is a humbling
experience, and I think that’s part of my discomfort with watching the scene
play out between the Canaanite woman and Jesus. In this story, the woman is
already starting from a humble place. As a Canaanite woman, she’s an outsider –
she is The Other - and as a woman, she’s “just a humble woman.” Her shouts for
mercy take her humility to an even lower place – in this story, we watch her
descend from a humble outsider to a humble outsider supplicant. She is someone on
the outside – she is An Other - who needs help.
And mercy isn’t always easily
given, whether it’s by a middle school teacher or a disciple of Jesus or Jesus
himself. Mercy sometimes takes some time and conversation. Maybe that’s partly
why our world is so short of mercy – because it takes time and conversation. Do
we have the schedule to be merciful? Do we have the time or the energy?
And yet, what the world needs now
is mercy. Last weekend at our WELCA retreat, I asked the ladies what parts of
our worship services are the most meaningful to each of them. Many answered
with Communion, or the prayers, or the hymns. One person quietly answered, the
“Kyrie” – the part of the service where, at certain times of year, we sing
“Lord, have mercy” – the same words that the Canaanite woman shouted at Jesus.
What the world needs now is mercy,
and we not only need it from one another, but from God. It is a good practice
for us to say (or sing, or shout) the words asking God for mercy because it
helps us remember not only that God is merciful, but that we are in need of
mercy from God.
At times it seems as though God’s
mercy will be stretched too thin by the world’s need. Every day, the news
brings more need to the table. As people of faith, how do we respond? One
response is a whisper - or a shout - of “Lord, have mercy!”
But mercy is also seen in how we
live out the love of God. Just a few days after white supremacists marched
through the University of Virginia bearing torches, the Charlottesville
community took the campus back over with a candlelight vigil. There is still
plenty of work to do in dismantling racism in our country, and it will take
time, and conversation, and it is work that can only be done with love…and
mercy.
There have been massive mudslides
in Sierra Leone that have killed hundreds of people. This nation which has just
begun to recover from the ebola outbreak has been devastated yet again. Our own
Northern Texas-Northern Louisiana Synod has already sent funds to Lutherans
there to help this nation recover. Recovery is – and it will be - the work of
love…and mercy.
Mercy isn’t stylish, and it won’t
get us elected to public office, but as followers of a merciful Savior, we are
also called to be merciful. Like so many other things, mercy begins in our
hearts. Mercy begins with seeing the person in front of us, and in taking the
time to see their humanity.
And through God’s steadfast love
for us, God’s mercies are new every morning. So there is always enough mercy to
go around.
Thanks be to God. Amen.
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